The second thousand four hundred and forty-six chapters of the mysterious magic
"ridiculous!"
Mo Pingxian didn't lift his eyes and sneered: "But the seven -heavy realm, even if there are dozens of more, can't stop the seat!"
Say, raise your head, the killing intention in his eyes is revealed, and suddenly a sword stabs.
"Heart Heart!"
This sword looks extremely slow, just like the old man's trembling arm waved, barely stabbing out.
But in fact, this sword is about to be lightning, and it instantly strikes in front of you.
At the same time, Ye Feng and the holes of the hole felt that a sword light pierced her chest and appeared in the body and hit the heart. Before approaching, the heart came from the heart, and it was extremely tingling.
"Poor Qi Guardian Mirror!"
Ye Feng's eyelids beating crazy, hurriedly exerting magical powers, the surface of the heart, the layers of light overlapped, and in the mirror light, it contained a poor strangeness.
The poor in each mirror light is a dead thing, like a portrait, but under the overlap of the mirror, the portrait coincides, and the poor strange becomes lifelike, as if it comes to life.
"roar!"
In Ye Feng's heart, the roar that shocked the mountains came. In the mirror light, there was a poor and murderer in the mirror light, and they welcomed the sword light.
"Bang Bang!"
Poor Qi collided with sword light, waved his claws, bite his teeth, but he couldn't stop the sword light, and it was broken.
But the mirror layer was layered, the poor layer of the poor layer came out, and the sword light was sharp again, and it couldn't resist such an offensive. When it came to the front of the heart, it was already dim.
"roar!"
A poor strange crowd came up, a claw was patted, and the sword was glory.
This terrible sword, Ye Feng was difficult to stop, but the hole beside him was hit hard, the blood of his heart burst out, and his breath was instantly sluggish.
He could see his beating heart through the wound of his chest and empty chest. He had been broken open, and his life atmosphere passed.
"You can't intervene in this battle, retreat!"
Ye Feng's eyebrows frowned deeply, raised his hand, and the demon poured into the holes of the hole to help him stabilize the injury.
"Without him, you die faster."
The cold voice of Mo Pingxian came, Ye Feng's body was tight, and a sword light came.
"Soul seizing the sky!"
Mo Ping Xiangsheng is nine, and half of his feet step into the holy realm. Ye Feng dare not neglect at all, and quickly urges Shinto.
The soul -winning knife cut off, an extraordinary shadow emerged, holding the soul knife behind Ye Feng, and slashing to the soul sword.
Thousands of ghosts flew out of the sword, the sword passed, the ghost screamed, and the soul was broken.
"laugh!"
The sword collided, and the shadow of the soul -winning knife suddenly broke up. This is the first time that the enemy will destroy the shadow.
Ye Feng was unclear whether the virtual shadow was destroyed and whether it would affect the exhibition of souls. At this moment, he was too late to think about those.
"Flame knife!"
Ye Feng resisted with a knife, and the knife method was cut one after another.
"In July, Fire, wildfire, Liaoyuan, ghost fire foxing ..."
The flame knife method was amazing in Ye Feng's hands, and continued to collide with the widowed magic sword.
Ye Feng faced Magic Pingxian and fought and retreated. Where they had, there were monsters from time to time, or the demon souls accidentally entered the sword and sword.
The next moment, these mistakes were broken by Han Mang's corpse, and even the flesh could not be left, and it was directly transformed into a bloody mist.
"Bang Bang!"
Under the continuous collision, Ye Feng's face color became more and more dignified. His tiger's mouth continued to crack, his bones squeaked, and wailing.
If it wasn't for the monster's skills, and the strong repair ability continued to heal, Ye Feng had a cracking arm at this moment, and the half of his body was paralyzed.
Nevertheless, Ye Feng's resistance is still more difficult, the speed of swords is getting slower, the knife light is no longer impeccable, the endless sword shadow has penetrated, and more and more wounds on his body.
In the blink of an eye, Ye Feng has become a bloody man. He has a dense sword hole on his body, and his clothes are soaked by blood.
"laugh!"
Another sword, running through Ye Feng's arms, his arm could not help but hang down, and the hand that clenched the soul knife was weak.
The soul -winning knife fell to the ground, Ye Feng had reached the edge of the border, the breath was weakened to the extreme, and the breathing was awe.
"Huh, go to death."
Mo Pingxian came over expressionlessly, but if you look closely, he can detect the haze and deep jealousy of his eyes.
The dragon scales on Mo Pingxian have been damaged at this moment, and there are knife marks everywhere. Even his personal clothes are extremely scattered. There are several places that are bright red.
Ye Feng could not fight for such a long time with his sanctuary nine, and even hurt him.
Several times, Mo Pingxian even felt a fatal threat from Ye Feng's knife, although he was dangerous to him, and escaped indifferently.
However, Mo Pingxian has been afraid of Ye Feng. Such potential, such talented, still have deep hatred with the Demon Souls.
"Go to death!"
Ye Feng had become the end of the crossbow, but Mo Pingxian did not relax at all. With the lion's rabbit, he stabbed a shocking sword.
This sword is like Changhong Guanri, and it is even more weird, and inexplicable fluctuations emerge.
This inexplicable fluctuations made Ye Feng breathing stagnation, and the warning of his heart was crazy. This inexplicable fluctuation was the rule!
"Sure enough, half of the feet enter the gods, you can use the rules!"
Ye Feng was fortunate to understand a trace of space, and he was familiar with the law. Therefore, he noticed how terrible this sword was. I am afraid that since the battle between the two sides, Mo Pingxian stabbed the strongest sword.
"I have to fight again. This guy is still ignoring consumption, and even stabs this sword at the expense of the rules.
Ye Feng's eyebrows were frowned, and his face was as heavy as water. The law of space was only used not long ago. It was impossible to perform now.
"How can I pick it up and how can I take it!"
Ye Feng's heart yelled, and there were thousands of thoughts in his mind, but he couldn't think of any way. He couldn't stop it. This sword couldn't stop it at all.
"Could it be, I really want to fall into this guy?"
Ye Feng's mouth was bitter, but he had never given up against it.
"God's secret, God -minded tree!"
Ye Feng showed the true body of the gods. At this moment, he urged the blood of the gods, the blood of the god dragon, the magic monster's skills, the release of the monster's breath, the breath of the god dragon!
In the moment, Ye Feng's momentum climbed to the apex, and the pressure of the Huanghuang spread. I do n’t know how much he struggled to kill Tianjiao.
Even the Demon Soul family was affected by this coercion. They trembled one by one, and they looked at each other with Tianjiao. They were shocked in their eyes.
Even if Mo Pingxian is like this, half of his feet step into the gods, and at this moment, he has a stiffness, three points weakened, and the sword meaning is damaged.
Behind Ye Feng, he urged all the cards to perform the secrets of the gods.
This heart tree is the one that Ye Feng's previous hospital was born from the heart of the gods.
At the beginning, Ye Feng refined the vastness, so that the god tree was free. In order to repay him, the god tree gave him a god -hearted fruit.
This god's secret technique, the god -hearted tree, is the containing fruit of God's mind, from the gift from the god tree.